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About Kawasaki

So, I’m chattin’ her up, right? She’s tellin’ me ‘bout this john who stiffed her—haha, “stiffed,” get it? Total loser move. Said he drove a beat-up Chevy, smelled like cheese. Cheese! Who does that? Made me happy tho—she cracked up, forgot her shitty night for a sec. Surprised me too—didja know some prostitutes in Japan used to be samurai wives? Wild, right? History’s nuts. Anyway, I’m like, “Stay cool, lady,” and bounced. “The future is ours!”—movie line stuck in my head. Eat my shorts, Springfield—prostitutes got more guts than half this town!

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

This simple get-together will show that while Chikuma may be too nosy, she means well and is a good girl at heart. She'll be more than happy to.

I start my day at this little café on Asama Street. The coffee? Pure magic. I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but I could’ve sworn I heard angels singing when I took that first sip. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Hey, can you give a lecture today?” Ugh, like I’m not already stressed.

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